Void Attack: A Clash of Titans

The blow to Shyvana’s face came as a surprise, the torrent of fire that poured from her open maw falling harmlessly to the snow-covered battlefield. The Void Behemoth had made a terrible mistake, however, in ripping his scythe grip from her shoulders. A thick, ichorous blood began to spread the wounds, deepening the shade of her punctured crimson armor. Yet the wounds she sustained were the last thing on the half-dragon’s mind. Her golden eyes blazed with hatred and defiance. This pathetic creature dared to think itself equal to the might of a dragon? Dared to deflect my attacks?

With a roar of fury, she rolled with the momentum of the punch, raking the talons of her right wing deep through the flame-scorched flesh of his belly. In her staggered position, the Terror’s kick pushed Shyvana further off-balance, rushing past him to keep her footing. Maintaining her motion, she swung her tail viciously toward the Void beast’s distracted face, hoping to catch him off guard as his focus shifted toward Kayle’s might. “I will not be ignored!”

(( A repost from the Base Camp to let you folks know what's going on. Full post is in the Base Camp Thread, but this is the stuff important to you void folks. ))

Miles away from the Base Camp, far from the edges of the fight, the portals of the Void were pumping out endless streams of warriors, all bent on devouring and conquering this land for themselves. However, above them, the clouds began to churn, faster and fast, blue, yellow, and white arcs of power arcing through the sky, until something unexpected pulsed into being. They were runic circles, floating high above the ground. For the first time since the banning of such things by the League, Rune Magic was being brought to the field of battle, all to put a stop to their invasion...

The circles spun faster and faster, before pulsing with a surge of light and power, lighting bolts crashing down, raining from the heavens to strike the portals, surrounding them with a nigh-impenetrable reversed barrier of golden light. Thunder rolled across the hills as the arcs paused and the circles faded from the sky, appearing on the ground below the portals. The Void had been cut off from their reinforcements completely. New portals would be capped by the same barriers, completely preventing them from reaching the front lines or supporting their allies. All at once, the infinite forces of the Void were no longer infinite...

However, what had transpired here was just the beginning of what was to come...

The force of the roar literally blew Shyvana from feet in her already unbalanced position. The din of battle disappeared as she scrambled to place head over claws. Utterly disoriented, she swung her head up to find herself face to face with a portal to the Void. She fought tooth and nail as the multitude poured out on top of her, their scythed limbs tearing through armor, skin and flesh alike. Just as quickly as it had opened the portal snapped shut, giving the Half-Dragon a clear view of fleeing Behemoth. Enranged, she lurched forward, only to feel the tiny voidlings work their way farther into the softer flesh of her joints.

Finally, the sounds of battle began to return through the ringing of her ears. With a roar that rivaled the Terror’s own, a tornado of flames erupted around Shyvana’s draconic body, incinerating away the pest-like voidlings. “COWARD!” The taunt was hardly decipherable through the inhuman bellow of the dragon. Despite her frustration, Shyvana was bleeding heavily, and her time was running short. Empowered by the spirit of the flame, she sprinted in the opposite direction of the Terror, all four claws gouging steaming puddles into the snow as she bowled over any who dared stand in her way. In her wake, the ice melted to an even sheen, reflecting the unearthly runes that began to form in the sky.

Volibear was already rushing on all fours towards the Judicator, during her unscheduled decent. The tremor did little to stop him, but slow him for a second before he went full speed. His massive body bulldozed the one unfortunate voiding, sending it flying and landing with a sicken crunch against the rock. Lightning flashed brightly from his gauntlet as he struck hard against the first voiding in the dog pile. A chain of lightning went from one voiding to the other with such energy that their flesh broiled from inside their carapaces. It didn’t seem to deter them as much as before, as the festering landscape started get closer and increase their ravenous behavior. The aura did start to poke at his mind and his will…but he has no fear of death to humor the voices. The voidings retaliated, offended by this interloper of their frenzy and struck at him. A few caught him in his right leg, causing a shallow cut, but this would not phase him. There was a heavy dent in his chest armor that, with little doubt, cut him on his side.

Finally, Kayle’s form came to view as the Ursine struck away another voiding. He gathered her up, not saying a word. No words were needed to be spoken, though it might have been better for her to cover her ears. To prove this, he roared with full power of his might….causing the surrounding voiding to scatter away or incinerate from the deafening and shocking waves. He used this moment to run, with Kayle’s body cradle in his arms, away from the mountain and the growing hazardous landscape.

As they got though the thick of the front lines, something irk in the back of his mind, urging him to look to his right. A bloodied black fur body had lain on the snow. Sunek…Some of his other Ursine had fallen as well, during the wake of Cho’gath ritual. The village chieftain and shaman was saddened by this. He knew he went against the triumvirate by aiding in this battle. The Ursine that accompanied him had all volunteered to protect Freijord…while the Triumvirate cuddled behind their home near the sacred mountain and do nothing. There was a discontentment that irked his mind more than the pursuing voidings, and almost more than the friend he just lost.

Though he received some blessing of the storm, he could not change the circumstances, at least not yet. Not while the Triumvirate remained with the illusion that peace will remain in Freijord. There was a considering decision bloom within the priorities on his mind. However, his first priority….

“Forgive me if I have to throw you on my shoulder…these things never seem know when to quit.” Volibear commented, as he roared again to scatter the voiding away. “And for my roar…” He continued to carry Kayle deep into the back of the front-lines, hopefully to the medics camp. A few of the surviving Ursine inched closer in their fighting to give him some cover. It gave him a moment to realize the golden aura around the two.

Volibear's Status: Lightly injured. Somewhat impacted cut from inside in his armor..
Mana Status: Half-drained.
Ultimate: Used. .
Volibear’s Guard: 8 dead….17 remaining. Prone to get worse.

Moving: ...Move to the Front-lines,( unless Kayle has a protest.)